I write dog blood in Yokohama

On the second day of my new post, I immediately received a new task.

Mori Ogai called me over early in the morning, and issued an urgent task to recover the goods traded by the port mafia, with a serious face and his hand on his chin: "After that, there is a task of sneaking into the enemy organization, You and your boss, Nakaya-kun, I'm sorry, Yahiro-kun, you are obviously on vacation."

"I'll make it up for you later."

"…OK."

My heart doesn’t fluctuate much. It’s strange to say that even though I have been promoted to the direct subordinate of Nakahara Chuya, my work is still mostly based on direct orders from Mori Ogai. After all, I still have the title of a guerrilla member on my head. Above this vice-captain, there is currently no captain directly under Mori Ogai.

"Well, let's go to the intelligence department to get the information." The black-haired man sitting on the main seat smiled and looked at me: "If it is completed quickly, the celebration party for the two new cadres in the organization can also be held earlier gone."

Party?

I was shocked, it turns out that PortMafia also holds parties?

But there were no major surprises. The organization had confirmed two major cadres at the same time, so it was normal to celebrate.

I took the manpower non-stop to recover the goods of the port mafia. I was like a miserable social animal working overtime. When we arrived at the place Mori Ogai said, we found that the enemy had left a trap and fled.

So I had to use my ability to investigate the surrounding ground floor, and when I returned with the goods after eliminating the enemies, it was already noon.

I dragged my exhausted body to the intelligence office, and the next step is to sneak into the hostile organization and get what Port Mafia wants. If it is not necessary, try not to do it. Of course, you can do it, but a little clue about PortMafia None can stay.

This needs to ask Ango Sakaguchi to get the information, and then report it to Chuya Nakahara. Damn, it looks so troublesome...

But, isn't the opportunity to be alone with Ango Sakaguchi here?

***

"Knock knock."

"Come in." A familiar voice came from inside the room, and he pushed the door open to enter the room. A black-haired young man wearing glasses was writing a book. As expected of him, he looked very busy at all times.

"Long time no see, Mr. Sakago."

"...My surname is Sakaguchi, and I've said it no less than 5 times. To be honest, I'm too lazy to remind you about it." Sakaguchi Ango twitched his eyebrows a few times, with an expression of letting you go, looking very helpless Pulled out a document: "I'm here to get the information, right, here it is."

"Okay." I happily took the file bag, sneaked a few glances at the black-haired young man with a mole on the corner of his mouth, and stared.

The other party recorded the document without looking up, and I continued to stare.

The man still didn't raise his head, but the movement of the pen seems to have sped up a lot with a little restlessness, I still secretly stared at——

Finally, after writing the last word, Ango Sakaguchi patted the pen on the paper unbearably, and looked at me twitchingly at the corner of his mouth: "Yahiro-kun, do you have anything to tell me?"

"Yes." I nodded hastily, and was about to speak vaguely, but my ears suddenly noticed slight footsteps outside the door, and I immediately changed my words: "It's my weekend, birthday."

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

"So?" The black-haired young man pushed the bridge of his nose and put his glasses on. Seeing that the opportunity to ask failed, I could only follow the topic I just asked to find a chance to meet myself: "I want it, a birthday present."

"...Why should I give you a gift?" Sakaguchi Ango was ashamed, he looked at me with a headache, seemed to want to say something, and finally sighed: "I see, what do you want? ?"

Huh? !Do you really want to give me a present?

I just want to find a topic, if that's the case, let's quickly rely on the undercover matter: "I want..."

Halfway through the conversation, there was a sudden knock on the door not far away. I was taken aback, and quickly changed the subject: "I want something that can be seen."

"What??" Ango Sakaguchi froze for a moment, I think his expression must be very confused, damn it, even I was speechless by the mouth just now.

The black-haired young man sitting there reflected light from the lens on his face. Before he could reply, there was an interrupting sound behind him. The door of the information room was opened, and the familiar young man's voice was nasal, as if he was very curious. Looking over with the probe: "Nani Nani, what are you discussing?"

Osamu Dazai walked into the room with a leisurely pace, and I immediately said quietly like a quail, "Come and get the information."

"Hei—is that so?"

The bandage-wrapped black-haired boy raised his eyebrows, but he didn't hold on to it, but looked at Ango Sakaguchi with a headache: "Hey Ango, you still have the information about the Ticok organization, my new subordinate is like The beast that doesn't understand the words rushed over without even knowing the details of the organization."

"It's true with me." Hearing this, Ango Sakaguchi handed over another document, and I also looked at my former boss, pretending not to know, and asked, "New, subordinate?"

"Yeah, Xiaojiao doesn't know yet, does she?"

"That guy is a member of the organization that I just picked up yesterday. If he cultivates it well, his supernatural ability may not be inferior to anyone in the organization."

Osamu Dazai explained expressionlessly, no emotion could be seen in the iris pupils, but there was a quiet coolness in the air, he sighed: "Unfortunately, that will be a few years later, and it is completely useless now." ah."

"It would be great if my subordinates were still Xiaojiao. Bringing useless subordinates will only waste my time."

Akutagawa, you are so poor!

I thought sympathetically in my heart, and didn't take the complaints of the black mud spirit and former boss to heart, and comforted me with a few words: "Just take it as a pastime in your boring life."

Osamu Dazai cast his gaze over at once, stroked his chin and said in thought: "That's true, isn't it. Ah, as expected, I should go and tell the leader to get Xiaojiao back."

"...Please, Yayingdie."

Having understood these simple sentences in a second, I was silent, and felt that I had to repeat what I said yesterday. At this moment, the door of the intelligence room was knocked again, and a familiar figure just walked in, and I also I have already repeated what I said yesterday: "I am already Senior Chuya's."

……

"what?!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, one was from Ango Sakaguchi who was full of confusion, and the other was from a boy with red hair and a hat on his head who had just stepped into the room.

He looked at me with a flushed face, and pointed his hand in the air for a long time, "You, you bastard... what nonsense are you talking about!"

"That's right, Yahiro-kun!" Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses frantically. As an intelligence agent of Guangtong News, he looked at the friends who often drank with him (here definitely does not include Oda Tsukuru), and then looked at Looking at the orange-haired boy who was also called one of the two blacks: "...you really haven't been punished for anything?"

"Ah?" Zhongyuan Zhong also glared angrily, obviously dissatisfied with what he had been misunderstood, he glared at me with his blue eyes again, seeing that I was extremely wronged, he couldn't help asking blankly: "Sir, Yours, isn't it?"

When speaking a sentence, the word subordinate should be omitted!To be honest, I have always memorized simple vocabulary. Where can I know the order of the sentences? It is really troublesome to speak them all...

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Sakaguchi Ango: "..."

Osamu Dazai: "Hmm."

"I actually met an unappetizing slug here." The black-haired boy held the information in one hand with a displeased face, and spit in a drawn out voice: "The good mood of seeing Xiaojiao is gone, how are you going to compensate me?" Ah, Nakaya-kun, the idiot who beat mandarin ducks—”

"Huh? I just heard that the Boss sent out a mission, and I came here to find her..." Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously explained, and halfway through the conversation, a black line popped out of his head: "There is also a stick to beat the mandarin ducks." What the hell, bastard Dazai!??"

"Everything is ordered by the boss, this guy is now my subordinate, do you have any dissatisfaction!"

How does it feel like we're about to fight.

I stood opposite in a very strange situation, not knowing what to say, so I simply lowered my head to disassemble the information I just got, and ignored what was happening on the other side.

The male god Zhongye didn't mention it just now, I forgot that I still have a task to do next.

I quickly browsed through the document written in Japanese, even without translation software, I can roughly understand the meaning of 2/1, but the eyebrows of Ango Sakaguchi who was sitting next to me kept twitching, and he looked at me hesitantly: "Baxun-kun, do you really not care about it?"

"Eh?" I looked up at him, and suddenly felt that this was a good time to send him a signal, just to say something nonsense.

"Well, I actually like Ankou-san..."

"Don't drag me into the water at this time, please!" Ango Sakaguchi took a breath of air in disbelief, the glasses on his face almost fell off: "And my name is Ango! It's not Anko, it's Sakago! "

I:……

No, the two words in your last sentence are not pronounced correctly.

Seeing that the black-haired young man wearing glasses was also dizzy with anger, and his words were all sloppy, and he didn't realize it, I turned around silently, holding the documents in one hand, and holding Chuya Nakahara's arm in the other slipped away.

Sure enough, the matter of being alone can only be discussed on my birthday, I hope he can find a safe place to give himself a gift.

***

"So, what's the mission like this time?"

Nakahara Chuya's posture was a little tired, he leaned back on the chair expressionlessly, flipping through the intelligence and documents about hostile organizations in his hands with downcast eyes.

He should be like me. He just finished another mission in a hurry in the morning. When he came back to report the results, he learned about the next mission, so he inquired about it and went to the intelligence department to find someone.

"sneak into."

I said succinctly, "Boss wants their new weapon."

"Is that so?" The orange-haired boy nodded, "Think about it carefully, this is the first mission you have attended together since you became my subordinate."

"Yes." My eyes lit up, and I clenched my fists to flatter me: "Senior Chuya, you are brave and mighty, tall and mighty, I will... work hard!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

I don't know which word hit him, the boy choked up, his expression was definitely not gratifying, hey, who cares, I couldn't help thinking about the plan for this mission, and couldn't help but feel eager to try.

"Senior Chuya, I have a small suggestion regarding this mission."

"...not a suggestion, but a suggestion." The orange-haired boy corrected me speechlessly: "Let's hear it, what is it?"

After all, it is a plan, and the more detailed the narrative, the better. I took out my phone and showed the translation software to the other party:

[We need to sneak into the hostile organization, we must not expose our traces, so we must disguise ourselves.I heard that the boss of that organization likes a beautiful 18-year-old girl, let's dress up together and pretend to be tied into the organization. 】

Orange-haired boy: "..."

"what?!!!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood up directly, and looked at me in disbelief: "You let me wear women's clothes?!"

"Because of the hostile organization, it is very possible to know you." I said embarrassedly, with a very sincere tone, and I was looking forward to it in my heart.

Is it possible that today I can meet the 18-year-old Miss Tsundere who often appears in fanfiction, hehe.

……

.........

In the end it was rejected.

The two of us kept discussing, compromising, compromising, and compromising, and finally the plan of infiltrating in disguise remained the same, but the process was changed, and we would not infiltrate the organization as an abducted 18-year-old girl.

The disguise of the male god Zhongye is in charge of my supernatural ability, just change his hair color and height a little bit, and I also need to make a disguise myself.

"You don't think you're still an unknown bottom of the mafia, do you?" the orange-haired boy said in the original words.

To be honest, I really thought so.

Unknowingly, I have gained some fame, probably because of the non-stop missions recently, and each mission is 100% completed, and now people outside call me that crazy guy of PortMafia.

...It's very low, forget it, in short, my disguise is to directly change my gender, remove the too feminine features, and pretend to be a small lower-level mafia that is completely opposite to me.

Because I have as many self-portraits as I want, and I draw a lot of very similar ones. Among them, a full-body portrait can reach 70%, and I can pretend to be whatever I want.

As for the portrait of Nakahara Chuya, there is only that half-finished portrait, which I threw at home. Now I can only draw a rough one for him. At most, it can raise his arms and legs.

Quietly leaving Nakahara Chuya's office, I walked back to my private office along the road, and couldn't help thinking while walking.

I’m a lazy person, and things are often piled up together. Where are those paintings thrown away? It seems that there are some paints and painting tools in the cabinet in the office. Here is a 30-minute coloring sketch for Zhongya. enough……

Silently took out the key, without letting my current immediate supervisor follow me, I quietly opened the door of my office, and started rummaging through boxes and boxes to find the self-portrait with a similarity of 70%.

Cough, I was able to achieve 70%, naturally because I didn't draw clothes, I followed the steps in the photos and the book, and it took me a whole day.

To use a more accurate description, the head of the full-body portrait is my head, but the lower body is similar to the illustrations in Greek mythology covered with tulle and blankets. After all, what I copied was the illustrations given in the textbooks, and My own body is pretty similar.

After searching for an unknown amount of time, I finally found a painting of the highest level in the drawer.

Spreading out the embarrassing oil painting portrait, I took out a gel pen, and was about to write [transgender] next to it, when there was a sudden knock on the door not far away.

Wait, got knocked? !

"Oh yes, I remembered you..."

Accompanied by this familiar voice, the office door was pushed open unexpectedly, and a certain red-haired boy stepped in as if he wanted to say something. As I was about to write, my hands trembled in fright, and I panicked on the spot He rolled up his own portrait in a hurry, and turned his head almost in tears.

silence.

The atmosphere in the room was very stagnant.

Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to be frozen there, his azure blue eyes widened slightly, and the half-spoken words just got stuck in his throat.

I lowered my head and rushed to the present boss in three steps, raised my arm and grabbed the other's wrist, holding it tightly: "You, did you see it?"

The young man's delicate cheeks were almost blushing, as if he had been reminded of something by my words, he suddenly came back to his senses, the tips of his ears and the back of his neck were all red, and he took several steps back with his mouth open: "I...I …you,……"

Woohoo, I can't get married.